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Grif had pulled his coat over his head pretty quickly as the air itself became scorching. Blind, nostrils smoldering and insensible, trying to protect his hands with his shirt cuffs, the wildcat scraped himself frantically across the gravel, imagining that it was a bed of coals that threatened to se...

The biggest mistake Grif could have made was looking away from Chrissie. He obediently complied with her suggestion, his mind too wrapped up in Mr. Grieves' disturbing proposal to question the young lady about her intentions. His pointed ears had gotten so used to the ticking of her pocketwatch, tha...

The phone rang, and Grif dropped the pen. “Shit!” Grif felt a twinge in his stomach, swearing in front of Chrissie. A silly thing to worry about, but he'd had to carefully monitor his shits, fucks and sons-of-bitches ever since he'd started working at a job that needed a tie and a briefcase. He hadn...

The subway platform was deserted. There was something unsettling about a place that had lost its purpose, thought Grif. The hospital didn't have any patients. The subway didn't have any travellers. It just had people that remembered the idea of what those places were for. Scraps of paper, old ticket...

“Chrissie's fine,” Grif muttered, rubbing his chin. Chrissie was moving more energetically now, perhaps since the initial shock of waking up in a strange place was wearing off. She'd dropped the stammer too, and was already moving to grab a couple of maps of the Underground before Grif even had time...

The only light in the tunnel to the subway came from the ticket booth. Grif hobbled toward the booth window, pausing to catch his breath. He was on the wrong side of forty to be leaping and sprinting about like a teenager. The wildcat caught sight of his reflection in the glass, mottled brown fur st...

And here we are, the first Feila RP for me in nearly five years, haha. Presenting: The Merrily Happy City Currently marked as open. As well as doing the tarot cards that players can choose to have effect their characters' fate, I'm also trying out the idea of having a 'Danger Condition' that gives y...

4:30 AM St. Cyril General Hospital Central District Highgate City Danger Condition: Moderate The phone rang in reception. A thump, the squeak of plastic wheels on the linoleum floor, a muffled shriek. The scent of blood mingled with the sharp acrid smell of hospital grade detergent. Dim rectangles ...

Recently I came across a gallery of colour images taken around the turn of the century in the Russian Empire. These were not photographs doctored later, or colour film. The photographer travelled across Russia with a special method of creating colour photographs. He would take three black-and-white ...

Motoring as a sport always entails risks. Every fercat aboard the automobile knew that. Sometimes sacrifice was necessary to keep a fellow Dook alive. The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few... or the one. That is why Trainee Engineer Dook leap onto the grenade, his stubby paws clingin...

"Drivers..." The announcer's voice echoed over the speakers, "Start your engines!" Captain Dook beadily eyed the fruit bat, whose green eyes caught his attention. The fercat stared at the bat for a moment. Then the fercats began moving at once, as if they wanted to show the bat what he was up agains...

Dook. Dookdook. Dook. Dookdookdookdookdook! The Dooks dooked. All was going just as the Captain had foreseen. The plan to buy a spaceship to lease it to a bad debtor to get him sent to a debtor's prison-ship to convey a message to their shady contact inquiring about the sugar bowl that they needed t...

Names: Dook Genders: Males Species: Fercats Number: 22 Appearances: Fercats are brown, as this exception to the rule proves. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/2431105851_b0a698888b.jpg Otherwise, they are semi-anthropomorphic ferret/wildcat hybrids that are very short and wear colourful waistcoats...

All I can say really is what I know works here. Self-defence is never a reason to carry a weapon in this state, and I'm fairly sure that goes for other Australian states too. The police do not accept it as a reason and it muddies the waters into whether the victim of an attack also was breaking the ...